Tiger Moon - Tiger King Vs Yin

[Cosmos]

Match Type: No DQ
Victory Conditions: Pin, Submit or KO

Yin

Cao Lee

"You haven't been able to confirm tonight's opponent?"

"Not for a lack of trying." Cao could only shrug at Yin's disappointed tone. "I had all of my sources and informants look into ascertaining their identity. But they weren't able to find anything concrete." The man pushed his glasses up along the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "But even if we must send you into the ring without being adequately prepared, that surely won't be a problem for you tonight, will it Yin? Naturally people will wish to challenge you now, since your victory over Lloyd sent a strong message to the wrestling world. In fact, I would almost suspect that you rather enjoyed locking lips with that naive detective-"

Yin's hand flew to the Heiyue executive's throat, lifting and pinning him against the wall. Cao did not react, and with the demoness being masked, it was difficult to discern her expression. But the spectacled man could tell that her eyes were no doubt filled with fury.

"I'd advise you to refrain from speaking such nonsense, White Orchid Dragon." He felt her fingers dig into his throat.

"Now, now." Cao reasoned, still maintaining his composure. "A simple barb in jest. But I'd advise you that if anything were to happen to me, the entirety of Heiyue would be pursuing you for the rest of your life. And I think you can agree it would be a very short one were that to happen. So let's put me down now, shall we?"

Yin was silent, as if contemplating whether it was worth it. But then, she lowered Cao back onto his feet and released him. Then, she turned on her heel, heading out of the dressing room without another word. The purple haired man adjusted his collar with a triumphant smile.

The female strode to the ring, the image of Lloyd's face as she sensually made out with him following their match sticking with her like a persistent memory. Most had complimented her on a job well done, which she was paid to do. She often didn't think of her defeated targets ever again. They were obstacles to her, nothing more. So why couldn't she get Lloyd Bannings out of her head? Was it his earnest nature? His attempt to peer past her mask to peek at the real her?

...How ridiculous. This is her. The one and only Yin. There is no one else. Whichever sorry soul had been lined up for her for this match would be victim to the girl venting her frustrations by beating the hell out of them. Some rage work would help her forget about that detective. Besides, Yin had no doubt taught him an important lesson in defeat. He would never win against an opponent like her, not while he shackled himself to law and order. Perhaps he would abandon any notion of trying to continue to be a wrestler and stick to a safe desk job where he could spend the rest of his days.

The masked female emerged onto the entrance ramp, to a mixed chorus of cheers and disdain. It seems some held a grudge for her antics in her previous match. She paid them little mind, walking down the entrance ramp to the ring with a hand on her hip. Cameras flashed to capture her curves and chest. Fans held out their hands for her to slap, but she ignored every one of them. Yin was not here to acknowledge the crowd. To her, they didn't exist. In the ring, it was just her and the opponent unlucky enough to be facing the demoness.

Reaching the ring apron, Yin took the bottom rope and pulled herself up to the side. Taking the top cable in both hands, she vaulted herself into the ring. Not as flashy as her first entrance, but that had been about making a statement. Sending a message. There was no need for such theatrics this time. And so, the masked beauty moved to the nearby corner, the referee approaching her to begin his inspection as Heiyue's pawn cast her attention to the entrance ramp, watching with only vague interest to see who her mystery opponent was...

[killcarrion]

Whether they were fawned over for their charismatic appeal and enthralling beauty or derided for the manner with which they conducted themselves in the ring, controversial figures such as Yin earned whatever split reactions permeated throughout the arena. Except that maligned though the Demon In The East was for her nefarious actions within the criminal underworld and contemptible methods with which she decimated the plucky detective within one of her earlier matches, a hushed silence nevertheless became the backdrop to a palpable unease riddled throughout the audience as time passed onward with apparently no tangible sign of motion detected towards the top of the entrance ramp. Squawked airhorns intermittently interrupting the awkward silence with baffled announcers at ringside beginning to question themselves as to whether a backstage scheduling mixup had occurred and Yin's opponent for the night was merely running late. The confused referee beginning to chatter into the microphone clipped to the neckline of her shirt to ascertain the reason for this extended delay, mentioning to backstage personnel that she would have no choice but to declare Yin the victor by default if no one shows-

*CLICK*

Shadowed darkness blanketed the entire breadth of the arena to the stark bewilderment and startled apprehension of the stadium's fandom, several beginning to turn on their cell phone lights which did little to illuminate the mystery unfolding as this entrance ceremony blatantly mimicked Yin's own...except from within the ebon abyss came a

cast skyward into the heaven's. One of a ferocious tiger emblazoned throughout the stadum as the encouraging and heroic vocals of a

were blasted throughout the speakers. An obvious throwback symbolizing undaunted warriors of wrestling past, but exhilarating the fanbase regardless who were already beginning to clap in unison as the theme continued onward. Other spotlights were now beginning to be cast over the other corner turnbuckles until the one behind Yin was illuminated to the dramatic reveal of a certain tiger masked wrestler perched atop the metallic pole. The heroic figure's arms being folded with his majestic cape billowing behind him to the awestruck astonishment of the captivated audience members as the valiant champion vaulted over the Demon''s head to a seamless superhero landing square in the middle of the ring.

Tiger King~...

Tiger King, The Masked Warrior Of Justice standing upright with a grandiose flourish to his cape that signaled for the stadium to become brightened once again, casting a fixated glare piercing straight through the demoness who was now bearing witness to the unbridled ferocity and sculpted masculinity of her mystery opponent. Shredded musculature gleaming and radiating resolve as the masked man's commanding voice ensured no microphone would be necessary. "Shirking the rule of law by slithering in the shadows. Spreading chaos and disorder at the beck and call of your clandestine masters. Mindlessly acquiescing to the highest bidder akin to a promiscuous prostitute discarding any feasible sense of dignity. Yin, Demon Of The East. The consequences of your heinous actions have amassed to such an untenable degree that justice can no longer be denied. A divine retribution now sought to be administered by the Tiger Of The West, whose aim is to have you on quaking knees in remorse and cowering in fear of the name emblazoned upon your tainted soul...Tiger King!!!" A bellowed proclamation coinciding with TK discarding his cape to the official, awoken form her awestricken amazement by the fabric blanketed over her.